by Alec Hershman
I buried my face
in the coats, my face in the wreath
on the door—cinnamon bristles
and the party behind me
warped in ornaments. I felt the cold outside Continue reading
by Alec Hershman
I buried my face
in the coats, my face in the wreath
on the door—cinnamon bristles
and the party behind me
warped in ornaments. I felt the cold outside Continue reading
by Zachary Lundgren
Out of love and out of beer
we drove around a cold October
dusk, looking for girls
who never called. In these woods, Continue reading
by Jim Daniels
Across the alley from my grandfather
lived the Callahan’s, who lost Joe Jr.
in WWII. Early on Sundays, Mrs. C
opened the gate and slipped through
his yard, a shortcut to St. Rose.
Rusty squeak, then the soft clock of her heels
against cement, toward God. Continue reading
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by Teresa Mei Chuc
these tiny bones
sternum
clavicle
coracoid
scapula Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Teresa Mei Chuc
I wonder if
my grandma
turns the color
of cherry blossoms
when she blushes
and how the wide
sleeves of her kimono
are wings. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry